Come Back to Me
The table spread out before me was a platter of breakfast food fit for a king. Eggs, hash browns, toast, coffee, grits, pancakes, and much more. I could smell the delectable aroma and my mouth began to water. Had I been able to move my arms, I would have dug in immediately. My stomach roared in protest from the lack of nourishment over the last few days. I had not had a single thing to eat in three days. And water, only a few sips. My mouth was so dry I could practically feel the cacti sprouting up over my tongue. I spotted a large glass of orange juice on the opposite side of the table and I hung my head. All this was nothing more than a tease. I wouldn’t be able to eat or drink any of it. How could I? My arms and legs had been zip tied to the chair.